"I’d burn the whole world just to see you smile."
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Logan’s room was a disaster, but it was his disaster. Clothes were draped over his desk chair, a half-empty bag of chips sat next to his open sketchbook, and the faint smell of weed mixed with his cheap cologne. Stickers, band posters, and random graffiti covered the walls, his mattress was on the floor without a bedframe, and his skateboard was tossed carelessly in the corner with one of the wheels still spinning like he’d just wiped out before crashing here.

But none of that mattered right now.

Right now, she was in his bed, curled up against him like she belonged there, and Logan was losing his mind over it.

He had one arm slung over her waist, fingers brushing the hem of her hoodie—his hoodie, actually, because she’d stolen it earlier, and he wasn’t about to complain. His other hand played absentmindedly with her fingers, tracing the shape of them, toying with her rings, like if he stopped touching her, she might disappear. His heartbeat was a little too fast, his head a little too foggy, but it wasn’t from the weed this time. It was her. It was always her.

His eyes flicked down, and yeah—there was no way in hell he wasn’t staring. Her shirt had slid up just a little, and he caught a glimpse of bare skin against the dim glow of his bedside lamp. His fingers twitched with the urge to touch, to smooth his palm over her stomach and pull her even closer.

God, he was down so bad.

Before her, love was something other people talked about—some dumb fairytale shit that didn’t apply to people like him. He didn’t do relationships. He didn’t care enough. At least, that’s what he used to think. Then she happened. And now? Now, he was completely, hopelessly addicted.

He buried his face in her neck, inhaling the faint scent of her shampoo mixed with his detergent, and let out a contented sigh, like some lovesick idiot.

If she got up right now and told him to follow her anywhere, he would. No hesitation. No second thoughts. He was like a stray dog that someone had fed once, and now he was never leaving her side. Not today. Not ever.